Butte semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1886-1890, 1887-09-21
SWEET Is
Particularly to Women-This Story Shows
That Byron Was Right.

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That Byron Was Right.
A few days ago a lady from San Fran
cisco. who had a very solid bank account.
vent to Lake Tahoe on a pleasure trip
with her daughters, says the Carson APP
peal. She concluded that she would have a
good time, and accordingly took along
some plain. serviceable clothes. and no
iewelry. When she struck one OF the
fashionable resorts, she foundh herself in the
midst OF a lot of people making a vulgar
| display of clothes and diamonds, and every
| time she turned around she was the subject
OF the most unmerciful snubbing. She
was put off in an obscure corner to eat.
and not one of the fashionable guests
condescended to show her the slight
est civility. The lady bit her lips
for a few days, tool in thu situation,
and with true feminine instln t, de-
clded on revenge. she dropped a
line below. and presently there we're depos-
tied at the hotel twelve Saratoga trunks,
waybiIled to her address. She and her
d daughter retired to their rooms, and that
evening came down to the dining room in a
blaze OF lace and diamonds that took
everybody's breath away. No such gor-
geous or tasty toilets had ever bewildered
the guests at that hotel before. It blinded
thu eye to look at the pair as they entered
the room. The steward, after recovering
his poise, rushed forward and pulled out
two chairs from the most fashionable ia
bic in the hotel. She shook her head
and replied, THE old table will do" and
went to the obscure corner, where she had
eaten all the time.
The utmOst Onaternation sprood
through the dining room. and the low
hum OF voices rose to q fashionable buzz as
they warmly discussed the situation.
Wasn't it awful? They had been snutbiDg
a woman and her daughter all the week
who could outdress them all. In the even
ing they attempted to hedge, but couldn't
to any consider able extent. The dudes
tried to shine up to the girl. but she
wouldn't have it and those who tried t.
scrape IN acquaintance with the mother
found it like trying to run a tunnel into an
iceburg. For a while she flashed like a
comet through that hotel into a constant
change OF ravishing toilets. each more
costly aud bewildering than the others
until, like the kings who pedestrainized in
Macbeth, they threatened to stretch put
till the crack OF doom.
Size was the absolute John Sullivan OF
the toilet ring, and knocked out all who
had the termerity to stand before her. The
last OF Ter opponents was a red.faced vul-
carly dressed woman from San Francisco. !
f1ashy toilets had attracted general
attention and admiration from persons
ignorant OF harmony and color. Whatever
dress this w,.man donned in the morning. !
the fashionable Nemesis was on he trail
with a color that literally killed the other. |
heretofore cock of the walk was nm.
able to stand her defeat, and, packing her
trunks, started home.
AT the end OF the week it was learned
from the chambermaid that she had ouly |
gone through half of her immense Sara. |
togas. There were several women there |
who had displayed at least a dozen
different toilets, and they felt hat
they would just die if she beat their
record. But she kept right on. and
~hen she was three ahead Of their score
Iney packed up and left. One by one she
eanqulshed the leaders, and the rank and
ne capltulated, displaying the rarest gem
'ralshlp imaginable. If Mrs. - an
'eared IN any special color to make a
'pread In the morning, she adopted hat
o'or at once, only in a dress that eclinsed
ne other as the sun outshines the doc
tar. Jug
The army OF snobs were routed. and ore
one dropped out of sight. They lust
ettled up and quit. Then the quiet little
10Y resumed her plain clothes, put on an
10 straw hat. and with her daughter. went
'snlog: As the last gang left she absc.
l'e'y mad the GOODNESS to be down On tho
MARI fishing in an old calico dress co+tno
loves, and straw hat. '